"Hong Kong News, Typhoon Signal No. 3 is about to make landfall, and there will be extremely stormy weather in Hong Kong within three days, I hope the public will be prepared......

The beautiful voice of the female announcer came from the radio.

Yau Ma Tei, Che Tsai noodle stall.

At eight o'clock in the evening, there were not many guests, except for two old acquaintances, a young man in white.

The young man was dressed very decently, with a white suit, white pants, black leather shoes, spotlessly clean, and at first glance he looked like a person of status.

Alone, he ordered a bowl of choppy noodles, put his white top hat beside his left hand, as if he was very hungry, poured vinegar water, and ate it deliciously.

"His grandmother's bear! When will this weather end?" The bald boss angrily threw the dirty white towel over his shoulders and looked out at the gloomy sky.

A small business like him almost depends on the sky for food.

When the weather is good, there are many people who come to eat noodles. As soon as the weather changed, he couldn't bear the storm, and the tables, chairs and benches were all overturned, and even the eating guys were destroyed, not to mention the overflow of customers.

"Don't complain, Shandong! Many people are worse than you, so they say that those Tan people, when they encounter this kind of weather, they can't even eat salt!"

"Yes, there are those who eat by the sea, and the family will starve if they can't go to the sea! As for you, at least you can go back and cook a few bowls of choppy noodles by yourself!" Two old acquaintances teased.

The bald boss snorted, "You know a fart! This month, I'm going to pay double the money to those bunny cubs! Grandma's bear, which already earns little money, is still trying to gather wool, and now it encounters this kind of ghost weather, which is simply not lived!"

As if to verify the bald boss's words, two uniformed policemen walked over from a short distance with batons in their hands.

"Shandong, business is good tonight, so many people?" A fat cop hits the cutting board with a baton.

"You're blind, there's only three people here!" The bald boss said angrily.

"Pu you Eminem, how do you talk to the chief?" Another skinny military policeman stepped forward and pointed a baton at the bald boss's nose.

The bald boss immediately relented: "Sir, don't be angry! You know that I am from Shandong, and I have a bad temper, and sometimes I don't speak with my heart, so I didn't mean to offend just now!"

"Oh, no problem, I'm actually a good talker!" The fat military police winked at the thin military police.

Cracking sound!

The two of them overturned the pots and bowls on the car to the ground.

"Do business in a friendly way, don't be rude to the chief at every turn!" The fat military policeman didn't smile at his skin, and when he picked up the batons, a pot of spills fell to the ground!

"Please, don't do this!" The bald boss cried, "I really didn't mean to! I apologize to you, I kowtow to you!"

The bald boss said that he was going to kneel down for the fat military policeman.

The fat military police picked him on the chin with a baton, making him unable to kneel: "Don't! We are public servants, you kneel to me, what do you mean?"

The bald boss wants to cry without tears, and he wants to kneel but can't.

A regular customer couldn't stand it.

"Is there a mistake? You bully people like this, is there any royal law?"

The fat officer smiled and looked at the man.

Another regular customer immediately pulled at him: "Say one less word, so as not to set yourself on fire!" As he spoke, he pulled his companion up and apologized to the fat military officer: "I'm sorry, he didn't mean it, let's leave after eating noodles!"

The fat military policeman nodded with satisfaction, and turned to look at the bald boss: "Don't kneel down for me, just pay me the double fee for this month, and I'll let you go!"

"Double the fees?" The bald boss was stunned for a moment, spread his hands and said, "I don't have any money!" After the plainclothes are collected, the fire is collected, the fire is collected, you are collected! And pay those community gangs! Please, I'm selling chop noodles, not a restaurant, so spare me!"

The fat military policeman sneered: "They are them, we are us!" Now you are given two ways, either pay the money or get out! Don't let me see you set up a stall in the future!"

The bald boss saw that it was useless to cry poor, so he had to say, "Even if you have to charge, you will have to wait until the end of the month, and there will be three or four days left."

The fat military policeman tapped the radio with his baton and said viciously, "Don't you hear, the next three days will be a storm - you let us come over to collect the fees, collect the ghost!"

"I, I didn't mean that!"

"You don't mean that, how much do you mean?"

The two military policemen were furious, and were about to teach the bald boss a lesson, when the man in white who was eating noodles put down his chopsticks and said, "It's so full! Boss checkout!"

The crowd looked at the young man together.

The young man took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, not caring about everyone's gaze, wiped his mouth, folded the handkerchief and put it away, and then took out his wallet and asked, "How much money?"

The fat and thin officers looked at each other, smiled, and were about to go over to fix this bold guy who had no one in his eyes, when suddenly, they saw a gun at the moment when the young man lifted his clothes—and not one, but two! A black revolver, and a golden Browning shine even brighter,

White suit, revolver.

The fat military and police seemed to think of something at the same time, and cold sweat instantly broke out on the corners of their foreheads.

"Chenghui, Pentagon!" The bald boss hurriedly ran over.

The young man took out a piece and handed it to the boss, "Don't look for the rest!"

"It's—"

"Your noodles are delicious!" As he spoke, the young man pinched his hat and stood up, put on his hat, and then walked towards the fat military and police.

The fat and thin military policemen didn't even dare to breathe when they saw the young man coming.

The young man smiled slightly, "You big guy Bodhisattva power?"

"Well, yes!" The fat military police replied.

"I've had a relationship with him, and he's helped me before, so this time—" The young man raised his eyebrows, "Get out!"

When the word "roll" came out, the fat military and police immediately slipped away, for fear of running slowly.

Two regular customers, as well as the bald boss, watched the scene in disbelief.

They couldn't figure out why the military police, who were arrogant and domineering just now, were afraid of a weak-crowned teenager?

After drinking back the two flower waist boys, the young man turned back to the bald boss and said, "Close the stall, it's really going to change!" After speaking, he looked up at the night sky, and the black clouds rolled in.

Seeing that the young man was leaving, the bald boss thanked him again and said, "What about the changing sky? God doesn't give us a way to live! How can you pay so much money?"

Thinking of the double fee at the end of the month, the bald boss could no longer care about his dignity, and squatted on the ground holding his head and sobbing.

The young man was about to leave, but when he heard this, he turned around and glanced at the boss, and then said, "The man's husband is crying? Besides, the coming storm is not necessarily a bad thing, it will be a good thing if it is not good, and maybe there will be a turnaround at the end of the month!"

"How is that possible?" The bald boss looked up at the young man with tears in his eyes.

The young man pursed his lips and smiled, "Anything is possible!"

As he spoke, a drop of rain fell just enough to hit the brim of his hat.